Author's Notes:

First things first, thanks so much to Merciless Ruby for letting me use her idea of slavery in Seretei.
So no one gets confused, this story is set in regular old Soul Society, but with a few differences: slavery is everywhere and Momo is not a lieutenant, in fact Momo is a slave. As far as time period it would be pre-Soul Society arc with changes to a few characters' age, i.e. Hitsugaya and Momo

Summary: Momo Hinamori is a slave who gets passed from one owner to the next, but when one of these owners falls in love disaster results.

Sorry no happy ending with this one, unless you complain enough for me to change my mind.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Bleach, if I did Hitsugaya and Momo would live happily ever after, and so would Ulquiorra and Orihime.

Broken

Momo's earliest memory was the she was sold. It had been clear and warm that day, the sun shone gently and the soft breeze played in the grass creating emerald waves. The slave trader was tall and wore a white haori. She no longer knew who it was that sold her, only that she carried a hatred for him so deep she could not even begin to comprehend it. She was five at the time.

Now the process of being sold or given away as a gift was a fact of life. She had value only in the most literal sense of the word. Momo couldn't remember ever feeling loved, or having someone care if she lived or died. She was broken in so many pieces she was barely human, an empty shell that lived only to serve.

Momo's current master was an elderly man; he was kindly and quite liberal with his only slave, even going so far as allowing her to go unescorted to the market to run his errands. Momo never even considered running away, the concept f betraying one's master was inconceivable to her, besides, the thick black collar around her neck would give her away and undoubtedly someone would return her so that she might be punished.

Momo had served this man since she was eleven, but Master Yamasaru's health was failing him and Momo knew that she would soon serve a new master and the gods only knew who that might be. She was fourteen now and no longer viewed as a little girl. Yamasaru bragged that he had the most beautiful slave in all of Seretei and Momo feared that her next owner might not be so old and so kind, her next master might be some fat pig intent on using her for his own sick pleasures. Momo shuddered at the thought when it crept into her mind, which was all too often. She had heard many stories from other slaves who had been forced to commit such acts with their masters, but she new that, even though the very thought repulsed her, she would always submit.

Author's Notes:

I know its a short chapter, but there should be lots of them to make up for it. Please review.

Until next time

Blood Lady